Grammar

Bad grammar pisses me the fuck off.

Just saying.

And bad spelling, but to a lesser degree.

Je T'aime, Ma Cherie

So, I'd say we're officially "back together" even though this boy issue came at the worst possible time ever, but as you said, pretty much the story of our life, we have alarmingly similar taste and it took us all too long to realise it.

But, silver lining, if we've gotten past this, all the while trying to navigate what's left of our "rough patch" I'm pretty sure we'll be able to deal with anything, come hell or high water.

I often swing between the "we've been through so much together this is nothing" side of the spectrum over to the "for the love of God, how were we ever friends at all?" side. For now I'm at the former. I'm not freaking giving up now, what a waste of time and effort that would be. Besides, you don't get to have long lasting friendships without struggling through some stuff.

Our friendship doesn’t have to be the "speak everyday, see each other all the time, tell each other all our secrets" one that it sort of used to be…we've been through that. We grew up together. That's important to me. We went through all those big, life changing things together, that's worth fighting for. You can't recreate those memories with new people. They're once in a life time and I shared them with you.

We've had our "space" and "had our time apart", then we "got to know each other again" though not all that much has changed really. We started spending time together again and now we're good as new. Only now I have to contend with another in your affections but it's about time anyway.

You've got to be some form of ridiculously important to me, you're pretty much the story of my blog.

You have a toothbrush that lives in my bathroom, if that's not the sign of a lasting relationship then I don't know what is.

Also, we have a sometimes hilarious, sometimes annoying drunk dialling relationship and there's no way I'm gonna give that up. 

We're gonna be tri-lingual soon babe, here's a taste.

I love you.

Je t'aime.

Ti amo.

Life Experience - No Regrets

So, at the start of this month I officially had my first (and hopefully last, though I'm not making any promises) "I drank so much, I threw up" experience.
I'm slightly mortified because A) I made a fool of myself, B) I threw up at my friend's house who I haven't seen in ages (the only saving grace being that his parents weren't home), C) I'm pretty sure I said (and most probably did) some things I really shouldn't have…

However, I strongly believe, and always have, that it is one of the Rights of Passage of growing up; a drunk and/or random hook up, throwing up from drinking too much, having a bitchin' hangover, going to work hung-over, playing a drinking game, drunk dialling and/or drunk texting, etc etc.
I did a fair few of those things a few weeks back and topped the whole experience off with a detour via Maccas on the way home.

Despite the fact that my memory (and my best friend) keeps reminding me of a seemingly endless list of the cringe worthy things I did and/or said I'm glad that night happened with all its events exactly as they were. It was a learning experience that I am glad I had. I don't feel like I'm being left behind by my friends anymore as they enjoy their Uni/18 year old life styles. That's not to say I did this to "fit in" with them or anything because I didn’t, not at all. I did it because I wanted to, and because I did want to I can't bring myself to regret it one bit. 

I had fun, I enjoyed myself with my friends and that's all that matters. 

Harry Potter, C'est La Vie♥

Harry Potter is my life. 

The above statement was most definitely true back in primary school and the first few years of highschool and it still is true to a certain degree. 

I am an avid Harry Pottet fan, of the books anyway. While I am unbelievably in love with the world J.K. created with her words, the movies just don't do it for me. However, they are without a doubt a prime example of theatrical wonder at it's best. 

Despite my less than fond feelings for the Harry Potter movies, the Deathly Hallows Part 2 release last week nonetheless marks the end of an era. What is there to look forward to in life if not Harry Potter? 

Possibly a small exaggeration there, but the point is valid. Harry Potter was an integral part of our childhoods whether it be in book or movie form (though I think you are undoubtedly missing out if you haven't read those books because they're amazing).

I remember, on the day of the Deathly Hallows release I went to the shops with my best friend and we bought the books and sat down to read them wherever possible while mum continued to do her shopping until we could get home where we both sat down on my bed and read. That was the day that proved the strength of that particular friendship. 

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The sheer volume of people lined up at the register with just the Harry Potter book in their hands made me smile. J.K. Rowling managed to touch an amazing amount of people with her words, something an aspiring author can only be in awe of. More than the amount of people purchasing the seventh and final Harry Potter book was the varying demographic. 25 year old men standing in line at the registers with Harry Potter (which is advertised as a children's book) tucked under their arms, ready to spend the next few weeks (or days) finishing off the series that they started in their teens. Yet in line behind them, 10 year olds with their parents, nose in the book while they waited to pay. And behind them, mature aged women, my own mother included, with the book popped into their baskets along with their other items. 

J.K. Rowling did an amazing thing when it came to creating the world of Harry Potter, I am in her debt for sharing her ingenuity with us mere "muggles". 

We Are Family

I have no real concept of whether it's just me, just my family but every single cousin's birthday constitutes of a big family get together with everyone and a ridiculous amount of food.

add that to the fact that my Auntie has spent the last 10 or so years popping out babies like they're going out of fashion, with my cousins, aunts and uncles, grandparents as well as Easter, Christmas, New Years, Melbourne Cup, ANZAC day, etc I pretty much have a family gathering every month.

But now I'm 18.

I don't have to go anymore. I have my Ps, I have my car, I have my life, I don’t have to go to my cousin's 9th birthday if I have other plans. I actually did have other plans but I went anyway.

It's been more than 2 months since I've seen any of my extended family and I was starting to notice. 2 months isnt a long time in the grand scheme of things but when you have an 18 month old cousin, 2 months is a long time to miss out on. She's almost talking now.

I missed my family. I missed my cousins, my auntie, my grandparents and the most amazing food in the world.

I wrote this next bit a while ago when I had the first of my "My Family Is An Integral Part of My Life" moments but the point still stands, I love my family and I couldn't imagine my life any differently and I can't fathom that other people don’t have this same relationship with their families.

It’s A Family Affair

Family events consist of a multitude of noise. Kids yelling and shouting, arguments - half in Italian, constant chatter (also half in Italian), laughter and the football (whether it be AFL or EPL), ever present in the background, no matter what time of year (with the exception of the first Tuesday in November when the Melbourne Cup reigns across widescreens). They're loud and they're long but it's family. Quality time. It's warmth and it's love and it's belonging. It's my life, my family and I wouldn't change it for the world.

I pick up a bread stick, my baby cousin in my arms (she's really starting to get heavy now). "You can't be a wog without breadsticks," I tell her, remembering my own childhood.

Babies, who want to have what the adults have, get handed bread sticks to chew on, but you can't do much without teeth. It all ends up in a soggy mess, below a toothless smile.